He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wantedto see him moreI know it’s useless to complain all these years after, well…Thanks for asking now I’m fineI should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure,And so blindly sure that he’d always have the satisfying hug I neededStay just a little bit moreDon’t let my heart turn soreHe was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy child,But when we got slightly more intimate, it wasn’t that brightYes he was kind, polite, sound and sublime, in theory,But in practice believe me, there was a nasty fire burning.Stay just a little bit moreDon’t let my heart turn soreAnd when my curves came into play,Oh what a hopeless tumbling downWhen his desire was stuck in plaster.I was young but I believed in no tales!So in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasis,But all I could find was a dead camel in pieces,And I got so scared I tried to lure him back to bed,Whispered “stay just a little more”But now I’m grateful to the camel,Cos all the lazy boy could do was RUN, then I knew for sureThat he would never be the satisfying shag I needed, no no no no.
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